This is a song about "He and she han og hun"

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Now you know that im the og

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Im like whats up, he says your too much of a og for this place, now leave before i smack your face,

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

He gave his address, and she agreed to go meet him

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And you don't know how it feels to be a og

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Bring the keys, oh my god

These bars but there all og

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

He played, helped, enjoyed. she played, felt destroyed.

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed